I wrote this ages ago, before i'd seen the end of season seven. I didn't know if they were gonna bring Faith back, as a major Faith fan, I knew how pissed I'd be if they left Faith out, even though she was obviously a major part of the whole first thing. Anyway, cos of that, I decided to write a possible way for her to come into it. It's not very good… but I thought I'd post it anyway. So… review if u read it, and I'll post the rest, maybe write more if u guys like it.
Have Faith
A prison, LA.
The girl pummelled the punch bag harder than ever before, something was coming. She could feel it, whether she liked to admit it or not, it was still inside her, and it was still her calling. Even in here, she could sense that the world was wrong, very wrong. The balance was upset, in a very bad way.
"Times up Faith. Lets go." The guard called from the door. The girl caught the bag on its next swing, stopping it. She looked annoyed, but didn't argue. She walked towards the door, unwrapping the strips of cloth tied around her fists. "You ok?" the guard asked.
"Yeh." She answered with a faint smile, "Five by five." The guard escorted her back to her cell, whitch didn't entail more than walking beside her, he knew she wouldn't fight. He looked side ways at her.
"You needn't work yourself so hard all the time girly." She looked up at him in question. "I don't know the details of what got you here. I know it was bad. But I also know you're not."
"I could surprise you." She murmured.
"Na. I know you've done bad shit. But I can see in your eyes how you feel about that, and I know you turned yourself in. You're sorry for what you did."
"I still killed people." she sighed, leaning against the wall by her cell. "No amount of sorrow can take that fact away. I killed in cold blood, an' I revelled in it."
"It's more complicated than that. Your eyes tell more than you realise." She looked suspiciously at him, and he laughed. "That's not what I meant. I'm not like that an' you know it." Faith smiled at him, a real smile.
"I know. I'm just paranoid. Evil does that to you. Look, I'm beat, can we carry this on tomorrow?" The guard nodded, opening the door.
"Don't let the bed bugs bite." He joked as she slipped in. Then he turned his head suddenly.
"What?" Faith asked, leaning back out. "D'you hear something?" she looked at him. "Jake? Jacob!" he looked back.
"Sorry, yeah, I think I heard a yell."
Faith stepped right out, looking in the same direction.
"I don't see anyone." She shrugged, and went back in, closing the door. Jacob finally shook off the feeling and turned the key in the lock; just as Faith saw a shaped loom up behind him. "Jacob!" she yelled. He spun round, to see a cloaked figure, mere metres away. "Open the door." Faith urged. "Jacob, open it, now!" he fumbled with the keys, knowing that he was no match for the long, blood soaked knife in the figures hand.
"Come on, come on…" Faith urged. Jacob couldn't find the right key, and in his panic, he dropped them. "Jake, come on, man!"
But it was too late. The figure picked the man up by his shoulder, and Faiths scream was louder than his as the knife sank right through him. "Jake!!" Faith stumbled back across the cell, slamming her back against the wall, trying to get as far away form the door as possible. As her breath quickened, and her heart thumped faster and faster, a voice spoke up in her head. What are you doing, coward? Fight them. That's what you do. That's what you are! But I can't! I can't hurt anyone else! You let them kill Jacob. I can't, I can't… The door opened slowly, the figure filling the way, flanked by several more. Faith pressed herself against the back wall, knowing she was in the worst possible situation for a fight. Her eyes shifted to the blood dripping from the knife, and she swallowed. These are bad guys fool. They just killed Jacob. She looked carefully at the leading figure as he stood in the doorway, and as he moved his head slightly, she saw his face in a beam of light, and the slow chant of I can't hurt anyone else, I won't, I won't… stopped dead, cos these weren't people. So when they finally advanced, Faith fought hard. She ran straight at the leader, catching him with a kick to the midriff before he could make a move with the knife. He tumbled backwards, taking his fellows with him, like dominoes. She leapt over them, getting out of the cell, only to see more blocking both ways. The dominoes were soon back up, and angry. They advanced once more, and she fought, but there were just too many. She soon found herself held tight by two of them, an arm each. She was unable to move, and a stirring in one of the lines made her freeze. Through the ranks of cloaked 'men' a small blond emerged, smiling. Faith shook her head in disbelief. "B?" she gasped.
"Hey there killer." The blonde cooed, "Why are you fighting? I thought you liked this sort of thing?"
Faith shook her head,
"No. You couldn't, you didn't do this."
"Yes. I did. Join me, Faith. We're better than other people, remember? We can be more powerful than anyone, I know it's what you want." She was slowly making her way towards Faith, almost seductively.
"No I don't. I not like that anymore, B. An' you're not like that. This isn't you…" she froze again. "This isn't you." She breathed as the girl stood right in front of her. "I can feel it. You aren't her." The blonde now looked very angry.
"Fine!" she spat, morphing into a huge, cloven-footed vampire. Faith quivered, shaking her head. "You prefer this, little slayer?" It growled.
"You aren't him. I killed him." But the beast smiled,
"You're still scared of him though… interesting. Anyway, to business." It morphed into a tall, slim woman. "Does this make you more comfortable Faith?" she smiled. Faith swallowed, desperately trying to hold in the grief she felt at seeing her former watcher once more. "We want you Faith. You can be more powerful than you could ever imagine. You thought the Mayor was powerful? He was nothing compared to me. I'm the first, Faith. The most powerful. And I want you to join me. You could be useful… more useful than you would be dead, anyway. What do you say?" Faith didn't know what to say. Three years ago she'd have jumped at the chance…if she hadn't been in a coma… but now…
"Did you kill all the guards?" she whispered. Her watcher smiled in satisfaction.
"Of course, my sweet. All taken care of."
"Then there is only one answer." Faith said, raising her head to meet those terrible eyes that were not truly hidden by this guise. She grinned wickedly. "Screw you." Faith kicked both legs up, taking out the guys on either side, and the battle recommenced. Over the noise of the fight, Faith heard the first's voice clear in her mind.
"You can't win, because you don't want to. You've tasted blood. You are mine."
So she screamed back as she swung fist after fist,
"Actually, no, the only blood I've ever tasted is my own. 'An sorry to break it to ya, but I don't belong to no one!"
"You know what I mean, little killer. Join me."
"Take a hint, bitch!" Faith yelled, throwing another cloaky guy aside. But in that second, a hard blow got threw her defences, knocking her against the wall. While she was winded, another hit her in the stomach, this time lead by the glinting point of the knife. She felt it bury itself inside of her, and she gasped, choking up blood. The knife retreated, and she slid down to the ground, clutching her wound.
"You see? You can't win. Join me, and you will have the honour of taking the last one. Join us, and you get me." Said Buffy, crouching down beside her. Faith looked up at her, fury evident in her eyes. But the first didn't know what the anger was from. It wasn't that Faith had been beaten; it wasn't even just that she hated the suggestion that she'd like to kill Buffy.
"How dare you." She growled. "How dare you take her form? Or does it make you feel strong? It doesn't matter if you kill me, because you'll never defeat her. She's stronger than you and you know it. That's why you're here." She spat in the firsts face, but it passed straight through her. Faith stood, stiffly. "Well bring it on then." She said. When the cloaks attacked once more, she didn't waste any time. She just knocked them out of the way and ran, knowing she couldn't survive a full out fight. The First screeched,
"Kill her!" Faith ran through the corridors, through the doors the first's men had already opened, and out of the building, trying not to look at the bodies strewn across the floor. She ran through the streets, thankful of the bustling crowds that would slow the large group of pursuers. Only thinking of one place she could go, Faith stopped for nothing. Her bare arms freezing in the night air, her breath uneven and stilted, she just ran, until she reached her destination, a grand building that was once a hotel. Crashing through the doors, Faith yelled out,
"Angel? Angel, please… " Looking around, she saw that no one was there. Her heart sinking, she ran to the only other possibility, the phone. Dialling, she prayed that her former friend still had the same number, it had been over three years. Blood dripped from her soaked clothes as she stood, waiting for an answer. When she'd nearly given up, Faith heard the click of the receiver being picked up,
"Hello?" a slightly irritated voice said.
"Buffy? Buffy, please, you have to believe me… I swear I didn't do it…"
"Faith?" Buffy answered, startled,
"I swear I didn't kill them!" Faith had lost control. She was sobbing. "I need your help. They're coming… they'll find me…"
"Slow down. Who? What happened?"
"Them… I don't know who they are. They just appeared. They killed all the guards Buffy, and everyone's gonna think it was me!"
"What did they look like?" Buffy seemed ridiculously calm, the sort of calm that only comes when you are scared.
"Cloaks, no eyes… and then there was …it. It called itself… the first. What does that mean… oh no, no… they're coming…"
"Faith! Faith, wait! Come to Sunnydale! D'you here me? Faith?" silence on the other end made Buffy's blood run cold. Then she heard the slam of a door, and running feet, lots of running feet, another slam, then silence.
"Buffy?" Willow asked, "What happened?" Buffy, slowly lowered the receiver.
"They came for her. I didn't think they would do that yet. I knew, and I did nothing." Her eyes starred vacantly. No matter how much she'd yelled about it before, she knew that Faith had turned herself in. And deep down, Faith still felt like a sister, like she once almost was. "I did nothing…"
"Buffy, she might have gotten away. If she managed to get to a phone, then maybe she'll be ok."
"If not… then I killed her."